#poe

I am deprived of your true love. I inhabit any other planet than Earth. I'm suffocating due to a lack of your love. I'm losing the gravity to hold down your love. Deceitfulness is exacerbating the situation. My world is getting unable to sustain life. Immediate assistance is the path to survival. Otherwise, failure will be the result of my quest. I'm questing for a mirage to appease my thirst. I'm beseeching my own mind for some clues. I'm trying to reach even the edge of perfection To be nominated in the annals of the true love. Scientifically, the goal of love is faithfulness. Indeed, I'm trying to formulate a useful theory. I need to gather evidence to test my hypothesis. The result should never always be disappointment! ↗

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#faith

I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept? ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#acceptance #dejan-stojanovic #faith #literature #literature-quotes

Just above our terror, the stars painted this story in perfect silver calligraphy. And our souls, too often abused by ignorance, covered our eyes with mercy. ↗

— Aberjhani

#classic-quotes #faith #grace #hope #ignorance

When I stand strong in you I can look beyond the clouds With your words The sun will rise again ↗

— April Nichole

#poetry #religious #faith

I’m not aspiring to be someone else – If I’m me for the rest of my life then so be it ↗

— Terry Lander

#comedy #funny #humour #inspiration #life

What could my mother be to yours? What kin is my father to yours anyway? And how did you and I meet ever? But in love our hearts have mingled like red earth and pouring rain. ↗

— Vikram Chandra

#kinship #love #poetry #family

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring ,Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now, And deck thee with holly's sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He still may leave thy garland green. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#friendship

Either you will be you or you will not be at all. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #literature #literature-quotes #philosophy #poetry

I swear we'd lose our hearts if they weren't with elastic and butterfly pin clasped safely in. ↗

— Todd Boss

#father #love #poetry #family

The talked about their messed-up, dysfunctional families, carefully respecting boundaries, never probing too deep in any one sitting. And they always ended up laughing. Even when the subject matter was intense or macabre, Henry’s sick and twisted and often politically incorrect sense of humor was infectious…Gloria laughed more in these first weeks at Oxford then she remembered laughing almost anywhere. ↗

— Andrea Kayne Kaufman

#oxford-messed-up #poetry #van-morrison #family